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A N N E L I E S E - J A N E W A R N E R 0 4 / 3 0 / 2 0 0 2 ( 1 6 ) F E M A L E H E T E R O S E X U A L


"Most of the time I like that no one seems to notice I exist, it gives me more room to explore."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

"Everyone says that I look like my brother, but I really don't see the resemblance. What do you think?"
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'2"
◼ WEIGHT | 110 lbs.
◼ HAIR COLOR | Brown
◼ EYE COLOR | Blue-ish grey
◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

//DESCRIPTION:
Anneliese can easily go unnoticed in a crowd of people- especially at school. She bobs and weaves through the hallways with her slender frame and short stature, and manages to effortlessly make it seem as though she was not there. Her hair is a natural brown color (at times she considers it to be quite a mousy shade) that falls in delicate waves reaching just above her chest. Anneliese tries to pull it away from her face and usually does so by clipping it back so she will not disappear behind her locks. Her blue/grey eyes are quite striking once you get a good look at them, and are framed by delicate and expressive brows that rest high on her face and always tell a story. Her nose is small and slender and is decorated with freckles that are additionally sprinkled on her cheeks, which usually have a rosy hue to them. Anneliese's lips are quite small and skinny, and are usually upturned in a smirk or hold no expression at all. Quite often she wears a sheer lip gloss since her mother once told her it would make her lips appear fuller.

The brunette dresses modestly, routinely wearing neutrals such as black, white, brown, and beige, or pastels such as light pinks and light blues. Her wardrobe mostly consists of sweaters, cardigans, and collared shirts in the winter, and plain or striped t-shirts in the summer months paired with denim shorts. She always wears jeans, and once in a while when those are in the laundry she will don a pair of leggings. Recently Anneliese has been attempting to spruce up her style at the request of her mother, so newer items like denim jackets, patterned shirts, and neutral skirts are making an appearance in her day to day wear.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

"I don't normally say a lot, but when I do, it means something."

To say that Anneliese's parents were surprised to learn they were having a second child would be an understatement. One day in late October, Sophia Warner, alarmed by pain in her lower abdomen, went to the hospital and was shocked to discover that the discomfort she was experiencing was not due to a kidney stone, but was, in fact, due to the child she was carrying. Still overjoyed to discover that their family would be growing bigger, Sophia and Matthew Warner welcomed their child Anneliese-Jane to the world on a cloudy April evening with open arms.

As a baby, Anneliese was in the care of a nanny for the majority of the day, as her parents could not take off work for the duration of her early childhood. She believes that this was the early origin of the independence she currently possesses since she did not even depend on her mother and father when she was little.

Raised alongside her older brother Louis, the two became inseparable from a young age. They did almost everything together, and Anneliese thought that this would continue for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, she was mistaken.

Anneliese's childhood was scheduled from morning to evening, as her parents desired to give her the best possible chance of succeeding. She was enrolled in so many activities and extracurriculars that it made her head spin! Anneliese, along with Louis, played sports, piano, and studied other languages, all in an attempt to secure them a positive future.

It was at this point in time that Louis began to pull away from Anneliese since he began to excel and she did not. He became a star athlete with his natural physical talents, and she struggled to even make it onto the athletics field. Through team sports, Louis flourished and made many friends, and for Anneliese, well, she spent most of her time alone in the stands watching or burying her nose in a book on her own.

When they got to high school, as you can imagine, everyone knew who Louis was. He played in the starting line-ups for both Football and Basketball, and he served on the Student Council. Anneliese did attend Mather Memorial as well, but barely anyone knew that Louis had a sister. And when they did find out? They were shocked at how different they were. Even her parents acknowledge the sibling's differences, capitalizing on Louis successes and emphasizing on Anneliese's failures. A familiar trope, Anneliese lives in his shadow, and although parts of this bother her, most of the time she cannot care less. And that is because she has her art to keep her sane.

When Louis was off playing sports, Anneliese stumbled across a set of watercolor paints in the basement of their large house. It was from then on, she found a passion and a medium for her voice to shine. Even if her voice may be small and unheard in the eyes of her classmates, the narrative she creates through her paintings and sketches screams louder than anything she could ever say out loud. The bright and opaque watercolors and acrylics she uses to create her work give her to strength to be free from the shadows that her brother has cast. She marches to the beat of her own drum.

With the hope of making this a career and a lifestyle, Anneliese plans to apply to Art school once she reaches college age.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:


//ABILITIES:
◼ HIDDEN|

//SKILLS:
◼ CREATIVITY | As a budding artist, Anneliese often thinks outside the box in order to produce her paintings and sketches. This translates to her way of problem-solving and processing information, as she approaches issues and situations in a different way than most. Her creativity allows her to look at situations from a different angle and therefore help fix things in a unique way.

◼ MEMORY | Ever since she was younger, Anneliese has had the memory of an elephant. Almost a photographic memory, she is quite good at remembering codes, phone numbers, and even specific situations and what happened during them. This makes for excellent problem solving, and assists in her mental stamina.

◼ OBSERVANCY | Since Anneliese usually watches from the sidelines (quite literally), she is incredibly observant and able to pick up on small details. From what color socks you're wearing, to the exact order in which you eat your dinner, she recognizes and notices all of it. This skill goes very well with her impressive memory.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ HIDDEN |

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ SIZE | An obvious weakness of Anneliese's is her build. Of small height and small weight, she doesn't have the strength or the stature to engage in hand to hand combat or physical self-defensive measures. Usually if caught in a situation where she needs to fight, she will not be able to hold her own and battle when necessary. This only means she has to rely more on her wit and strategy than her body for protection.

▼ N O T E S:


//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES

▼ FAMILY

▼ ENEMIES

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ PANDORA'S WALL | Named after the famous myth where Pandora unleashes unknown evils into the world, Pandora's Wall sits underneath the Valley Bridge towards the North side of town and is the home of graffiti art in Crestwood Hollow. It is an open and free wall subject to the chaos and individuality of the artists of the town. You show up and unleash your talents on the wall by either creating thought-provoking pieces or simply leaving a tag to show you were there, hence the namesake. Each and every artist who encounters it adds something, and new work is built on top of old pieces and tags. The cycle continues endlessly, and it has been that way for many, many years. Anneliese often sits and watches other artists work, or works on her own pieces when an idea crosses her mind.

◼ ART ROOM | Anneliese spends the majority of her time at school in the Art room, otherwise known as Ms. Henshaw's room. She often will eat lunch in there in addition to spending her free periods working on her paintings and mixed media projects. She finds solace and comfort in it's quiet aside from the scratching of pencils and squeaking of erasers.

//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ SKETCHBOOK | Anneliese rarely travels anywhere without her prized sketchbook, a gift from her Art teacher after showcasing her art in front of the entire school. It is a handbound leather book that contains almost all of her ideas and drawings, from complicated pieces to daydreaming doodles she draws in Biology class.

◼ GRAPHITE PENCILS | Along with the sketchbook, you will never see Anneliese without this container of pencils, each of a different thickness and opacity to add depth and shading to even her simplest drawings. Some of the pencils are colored, and others are just regular onyx graphite.



Brynn Payne and Sean Sterling
Location: Somewhere in between the Bar and the Dance Floor
Mentions: The royal ice princess herself @Silent Observer
Collab with @Universorum


Fleeing the fight, Brynn walked (more like stumbled) with Sean, subconsciously taking him in the direction of the bar. The whole encounter made her want something else to drink even more- she couldn’t believe that the jerkoff from the Basketball team tried to humiliate her! She was polite this morning in excusing herself, but she guessed that wasn’t good enough for Tommy boy. How dare he embarrass her infront of her…. Boyfriend? Was she supposed to call him that now? The whole concept of a real significant other was foreign to her. Did Sean standing up for her like that constitute them defining the relationship for real? With a sigh, she turned to him. “Well that was something!” Brynn stated, a drunk giggle escaping her lips.

Sean gently pulled Brynn away from the bar, as he found himself of the opinion that she didn’t need more of that. Instead, he pulled her toward the food. He shook his head after she giggled, and looked over his shoulder at the crowd still formed around Tom’s unconscious body, “Yeah, it was something. Sorry you had to see that — I’m not really a fighter, I swear.” Sean explained, frowning to himself. He’d wanted to keep that part of himself underwraps for as long as possible, and there he went, blowing his load and probably ending up all over the internet. If his mother saw that, or got wind of it, Sean was certain he’d never heard the end of it.

“It’s okay-it was really hot.” Although Brynn didn’t have a filter while sober, she was even more uncensored (if that was at all possible) when she drank. As she noticed they drifted away from the bar, her lips curved into their signature pout, but that was only until food came into her line of vision and she smiled. “Ooh yummy- but it’s okay if you’re a fighter! It’s cool that you punch people.” Brynn grabbed a handful of chips and began to put one by one in her mouth. Delicious!

“I mean, I think I’m more effective with my kicks, but I guess whatever gets your panties wet.” Sean muttered, watching as Brynn slowly munched at the chips. Sean reached over her and grabbed a piece of pizza, slowly easing it into his mouth. He chewed up a huge bite of it, and swallowed it down before carrying on, “Brynn, you’re like really drunk. You sure you’re gonna make it alright?”

Rolling her eyes ever so slightly, Brynn scoffed at Sean’s comment about her being too drunk. If he thought this was bad, he should have seen her on her birthday last year (spoiler alert: she almost had to be taken to the hospital for alcohol poisoning)! The brunette could stomach a lot of liquor before reaching her maximum, so she knew Sean shouldn’t be so concerned. Why was he acting so nervous anyway? “Stop being such a worry wart, I am fine. I think you are just too sober for this whole thing.” Brynn grabbed a slice of pizza, just as Sean had, and took a cheesy bite. “I really am fine.” She mumbled with her mouth full.

“Well, if you say so. You are your own person after all. If the movies I’ve watched are accurate, I’m supposed to hold your hair out of your face when you puke in the morning, right?” Sean asked, kissing her on the cheek as he looped his free hand around her waist. It was a party, so he figured that Brynn could do what she wanted; Wednesday might be shitty, but hey: his schedule told him that it was a late start. They had time to sleep off part of a hangover. Not all of it, but enough.

“I’m not a worry wart, I just want to make sure you’re okay. The family get togethers that I go to sometimes, people get really plastered at those, and make bad decisions and start fights. I just want a happy, beautiful, smiling Brynn on my arm. Not an angry, catty, drunk one. Just gotta tread that fine line,” Sean winked, and kissed her again, this time on the lips.

Brynn laughed- she never threw up when she drank. Unless she pulled trig, but that wasn’t often. “That won’t be necessary sir,” She faced Sean and ran a hand through his hair. “But you are a bit of a worry wart.” With a giggle, she took another bite of her pizza, pulling away from him momentarily. His family gatherings sure sounded exciting! In her mind, there was nothing better than sticking a group of people who hated each other in a room with a couple of bottles of vodka- that’s what her family gatherings were like anyway. Felix and Emerson definitely knew how to argue when drunk, that was for sure.

“What kind of family gatherings are you talking about? They sound dangerous.” Brynn commented, her drunken gaze making its way back to Sean. “Does Selena start the fights? I wouldn’t be surprised if she did…” She murmured to herself out of pure curiosity.

“Not typically. It’s usually an uncle, or a cousin. They are definitely dangerous… It’s like, you stick a bunch of angry, prideful, rich dudes in a room, give them alcohol, food, and throw in their women — who are sometimes worse than they are — and then things just sorta happen? It sometimes isn’t that bad, but for everytime it isn’t? It’s twice as bad the next time.” Sean paused, realizing that he hadn’t really answered her question, and he finished off his piece of pizza, delightedly stuffing the cheese filled crust down his throat. “They’re usually events hosted by the Helmsleys, so we go to Castle Helmsley for them, right? You’d think they’d do something super high class, and like… pompous, right? They’re just BBQs. Just like any other normal group of people. The dads argue over how to cook the meat, the moms talk about the kids, and the kids? We just kinda do whatever… They’re an experience.”

Sean looked up at the ceiling, “there was one the week I got back, but I didn’t go to it. I was busy taking depression naps, and wanting to die. But, there’s one coming up, soon. Do you wanna go with me? I figure, you’re the reason I’m not taking depression naps anymore — or at least a big part of the reason — and I wouldn’t mind being able to show off a girlfriend to the family.” Sean was brave, that was for sure. Inviting her to one of the BBQs this early on was an almost surefire way to get her to not want anything to do with him or his family ever again. But he didn’t really care. He liked Brynn, and he wanted her to experience the things that he did, and the BBQs were a big part of growing up, and he was hopeful they could be a big part of his life going forward; with Brynn, too. Preferably.

Busy taking depression naps and wanting to die. How comforting. Sometimes, Brynn did a triple take of the things that Sean said. He could be quite odd every now and again, especially with some of the things that came out of his mouth. But the family gatherings sounded exactly like hers- definitely worse though. Actually, much worse. Still, she’d have to tell him about the time that Felix almost drowned their cousin in the pool, maybe that would rival some of his horror stories. At least he confirmed that they were dating now, how thrilling!

“Yeah, of course I’ll come. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise!” Brynn replied without much thought, just how a child would promise to behave in order to get an ice cream cone. How bad could it really be? Remind me to bring a pitchfork to ward off your witch of a sister She thought to herself as she simply smiled drunkenly at her man, placing her chin on his shoulder. Swaying slightly to the music that was playing, she gazed around, her blurred vision meshing all of the lights and colors together. “It’s loud in here.” Brynn blurted to no one in particular, her lack of filter causing her to state whatever thought seemed to drift through her mind.

Sean kept Brynn held snugly to him as she rested on his shoulder, and he swayed along with her. “I think we’ll have a good time, if you go. I mean, there’s alcohol, and that’s really all Brynn needs, right?” Sean teased, running a hand through her hair, before they fell silent for a moment and everything else took over. When she said that it was loud, Sean only had one choice: agree. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you play loud music in a small area with a bunch of people.” Sean explained, before looking toward the stairs that led to the living quarters.

“Why don’t we just go get a room?”

Brynn drunkenly giggled once more- man she was giggly tonight, wasn’t she? She bit her lip at Sean’s suggestion, picking her head up from his shoulder. “You’re reeeally smart, you know? Cause that’s what I was thinking!” Unraveling herself from his grasp, she simply took his hand and looked up at him through her long eyelashes.

“Lead the way?”




A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @melissahart
Featuring: Ariana Song and Wesley Bristow




After a few drinks, Ariana had gotten a little tipsy. Well, little was a severe understatement. She was giggling at even the tiniest of things. Hell, she even had the racially patented Asian flush™. Balance was out of the question, and so was all rational thought. That’s what tequila did to you, and it had an even bigger effect on the relatively tiny Asian girl. Alcohol was coursing through her veins, which was not the brightest idea for someone who had just recovered from alcohol poisoning.

”Dude… Wesley… where have you been all my life?” Ariana slurred, slamming the shot glass down on the counter. ”You’re a lot of fun. I didn’t wanna drink today, but now… look at me!” She smiled dumbly, before ordering a couple more shots. ”I bet I can drink more than you, though. Bet on it. If you out-drink me, I will buy you more drinks. Deal?” Ariana raised an empty shot glass up for a cheers.

“Like I said, I’ve been in the shop. I hide in there.” Wesley laughed, looking down at the small Asian girl next to him. He was quite glad he had run into her at the bar- she was really funny and a blast to drink with. Seeing her pound back shots was very different from the Ariana he had met earlier who was drinking a virgin drink, and he definitely liked this version more.

Wes replaced the empty shot glass in her hand with a full one that the bartender had just brought out for them. He took one in his hand and clinked it against hers. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He threw back the shot with ease and for good measure, downed the second one right after. Double the fun, right?

Ariana took her shots and downed them back-to-back without any qualms. Not even a flinch before she smiled and looked at her drinking partner. She signaled for four shots total. Mama didn’t raise a bitch, and Ariana wasn’t going to be backing down now. Whoever actually gave a shit about her wasn’t going to be happy about the lack of sobriety from Ariana, but she didn’t care.

All she cared about was beating Wes, and she thought she was doing so just fine. She took the shots like a champ, winking at Wes. ”Still wanna go?”

The blonde boy took another look at Ariana. He felt just fine and knew how to hold down more than six shots, but the girl looked as though her balance was beginning to falter. Although he would’ve loved to drink her under the table- and he definitely could- he didn’t feel like having a death on his conscience. After all, he didn’t think first-degree murder would look good on his college applications…. Or when he became a doctor. “Why don’t we take a break and explore a little bit, short stuff. There's a whole party to see!”

Ariana took exactly 2.3 seconds to think about the decision to start exploring before she nodded and got off her seat. Wobbling a bit, she took another brief moment to collect herself before grabbing Wes by the arm. ”Dude, I have an idea!” Ariana exclaimed, tugging his arm toward the bar/dance floor’s exit. The greatest idea of all time had popped into Ariana’s brilliant mind, and she couldn’t wait for Wes to see what she had in store. ”Let’s head to the front of the boat. You aren’t gonna believe what I have in store.

Wes had no choice but to follow the Asian girl, as she was gripping him so tightly that he felt his circulation being cut off. She was walking so fast that he nearly tripped over his own feet! “Whoa, whoa slow down Ari the party isn’t going anywhere!” He chuckled, trying to get her to slow down. They passed right by the dancefloor, which made him wonder where they were headed. “Why the front of the boat, there’s nothing happening there?”

Ariana had kept silent as she pulled him along the upper side. She was so happy with herself, that she was giggling a little bit as she sped past the very risque game of poker blackjack going on inside the game room. Her silence was supposed to indicate the sheer genius of her brilliant, brilliant idea. Drunk Ariana was the best Ariana, ”You’re gonna love it dude,” Ariana giggled, ”Bet.”

Once they arrived at the very front of the boat, Ariana let go of her death grip on Wes’s arm. She turned around and faced him, getting real close to him. She smiled, looking up and down his beautiful, blond, white boy face.

Wes looked around expectantly once they got to the front of the ship. There was nothing special going on… in fact there was almost no one there. He noticed Ariana grow closer and closer as they stood there in silence. Was she trying to make a move? Was this her trying to get him alone? In his drunkenness, he motioned around to the lack of people around them. “There’s nothing to see here, I’m confused.”

Ariana put a finger up to Wes’s lips and told him to shush. ”Just watch.” Ariana trailed… before moving up to her tippy toes and closing in very very close.


In a very unexpected fashion, Ariana turned around and stuck her arms out like she was t-posing. ”Hold me up, Wes! Hold my arms up!” Ariana felt the very cold breeze of the Pacific Ocean on her face. But at least there wasn’t an iceberg nearby, as far as Ariana could see. On her own, she started singing, starting softly and then crescendoing and decrescendoing dramatically. ”Near, far… whereEVER YOU ARE! I believe that the heart does go on…”

Oh man. It was almost a given that someone was going to recreate Titanic on this boat, but Wes didn’t know that it was going to be him. With a small anxious laugh, he looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and when the coast was clear, he swooped in without missing a beat. Holding up Ariana’s arms, he chuckled at her singing at the top of her lungs. “How does that line go again? It’s…” He spaced out, trying to remember the famous line from the movie. In all honesty, it had been ages since he had watched it.

”I’m flying, Jack! Ariana cried out, as she went on her tippie toes and felt more of the breeze on her face. Wes wasn’t exactly Leonardo DiCaprio, but he was close enough. She’d definitely be his Rose if he’d be her Jack. Turning her head, she looked at Wes in the eyes.

”Don’t ever let go… She whispered.

“That would be stupid.” Wes replied, looking at her and noticing how close they were. Deciding to close the space, he pressed his lips to hers. Retreating with a smirk, he pulled away completely. “Come on, let’s get away from the edge before you fall in…. I really hope no one has gone overboard yet…”
Interested!
Interested!
Interested!


The continuation of Savannah Matthews and Trevor Wells’ first date…
A @melissahart and @Silent Observer Collab
Location: Trevor’s Jeep ----> Helmsley Yacht
Mentions: Josie Erickson @Kitty



“And then she looks at me and my cowboy boots and goes- sweetie, this is Beverly Hills… the only Rodeo here is Rodeo Drive!”

Sav could get used to this.

With the windows of the Jeep rolled down, her red curly mane flowed freely in the breeze and her voice echoed out into the streets of Beverly Hills so clearly that everyone could hear how much fun she was having. Sitting on the passenger’s side next to Trevor and laughing until her stomach hurt felt right. Something about the moment felt incredibly authentic and real, and it wasn’t something she expected to get out of moving to a city where the homes were the size of castles, and the median income was higher than the average home mortgage.

The two gingers had a wonderful evening so far, filled with endless toppings and an ongoing conversation than never dulled once. In fact, they sat and talked at Creamistry for so long that if Josie hadn’t texted Sav to remind her the boat left at 8:45, they would have missed the party entirely. The female redhead looked over at her date and admired his profile as he focused on the road. Although she’d been looking at him all night, her eyes never got tired of memorizing the strong features on his face and gazing at his smile. “So yeah, you could say my first week here was definitely interesting.”

Trevor had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the ledge of his open window. The sun had set a few moments ago and the temperature was dropping. He occasionally stole glances over at Savannah, when he wasn’t focused on maneuvering around traffic, and checked to make sure that she wasn’t getting too cold. The wind had pulled apart some of her perfectly coiffed curls, but Trev thought she looked even more beautiful this way. Windswept and naturally sexy. He grinned at her words, agreeing with the sentiment. Trevor might have been only seven when he moved here, but that first week was certainly an interesting one. “Absolutely. California might be a new state, but LA is like an entirely different world. Sometimes the things that happen here still surprise me.”

“Oh definitely, I mean, who throws a party on a yacht on a Tuesday night? Only in LA...” Savannah mused with another laugh escaping her lips. For some reason she felt all giggly and blushy, but she knew it was because she was on this date that she couldn’t wait to tell Josie about when they arrived at the party. “Speaking of the party, what’s it going to be like anyway? And who are these people throwing it?” She asked, giving Trev a quizzical look. Sav was a fish out of water, and was one of the few people who had no clue who the Helmsley’s were. All she knew was that they showed up today after disappearing for six months, and it was causing quite the commotion at school.

“Wait, really?” Trevor’s eyes widened at that question. Who were the Helmsley’s? They were practically a household name around the area. He could see how she might not have met them yet, but surely she’s at least heard of them. “The Helmsley’s? They’re one of the richest families around. Crazy wealthy, they own the Olympus Tower up in Mountain View. Oh man, if you thought your first week here was crazy, wait until you meet this family. Brian’s a good dude though, one of my best friends, and also one of the Helmsley three — they’re triplets: Becca, Bailey, and Brian. They have a heck of a lot more siblings too.”

Sav shrugged, “My dad has mentioned the name before, and maybe I’ve heard it in school a few times but I guess I just haven’t needed a reason to ask about them until now…” She explained a little bashfully. After hearing Trevor’s explanation, she felt slightly stupid for not knowing who they were beforehand. It seemed like they were the family that everyone knew about, well, except for her. “Sounds like tonight will be culture shock to the max.” Sav exhaled and looked at Trev with a smirk.

“A little bit, it certainly was for me when I first met ‘em.” Trevor smiled and laughed lightly. He turned the Jeep into the parking lot near the pier. There were a few other boats docked there, but the Helmsley’s yacht dwarfed them by a fair amount. Trev rolled up the windows and killed the engine before looking over to her, smiling wide. “You’ll be okay though, try to just enjoy all of the free luxury stuff, that’s what I do. If it gets to be too much, I know where some of the quieter spaces are on the boat and we can just chill in one of those spots if you need to.” It didn’t cross his mind that that could be taken as a very forward statement, as he did not mean for it to imply anything other than peaceful option if the party was too overwhelming. Trevor had nothing but good intentions for the evening.

Savannah tried to prevent her mouth from dropping as they arrived at the pier but it was kind of hard to — the yacht was massive! She turned back to face Trevor, but she did so at the same moment he looked over to her, so their faces were a mere few inches apart. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and her eyes darted down almost immediately. She reflected on his words, especially when he said that they didn’t have to stay in the party area if it was too much for her to handle. He was so sweet, strawberry ice cream kind of sweet, and incredibly thoughtful. “Alright, I’ll definitely let you know if I get overwhelmed.” The reality was, she was already a tad overwhelmed, but she didn’t tell him that. Stepping out of the car, she marveled at the yacht once more. She felt like an ant standing next to it!

Trevor hopped down from the driver’s side and made his way around to Savannah. They had been out together for hours at this point, and he was finally feeling more comfortable than he had been in the past with her. Savvy was soft, and sweeter than honey. The more time that he spent with her, the more he realized that his anxieties were foolish. Talking to girls might seem intimidating, but Savannah was the furthest thing from that word as possible. That said, he finally felt bold enough to take her hand as they walked up to the Helmsley’s boat. Fingers laced, even. Trev spotted the two men with some kind of electronic devices in their hands at the entrance to the yacht and thought it best to prep Savannah as they stood in line on the ramp to get in. “So, there are going to be security guards up there. Don’t be scared, that’s totally normal for the Helmsley’s. Even their family barbeques have security… I don’t know why. Must be because of their business?”

The moment he took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers, Sav’s little southern heart skipped a beat. It took her a few seconds to come back down to earth after being skyrocketed to cloud nine, but once she regained her composure, she smiled at him and replied. “All good — a little strange, but all good.” Once they arrived at the front of the line, Sav reluctantly removed her hand from Trevor’s and took the tablet that was thrust at her and signed her life away. As she waited for Trevor to sign, she looked up at the menacing security guards and tried not to cower in their presence. The Helmsley’s knew how to intimidate people, that was for sure.

After scrawling out his initials, and greeting the security guards by name, he returned his hand to Savannah. His eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. He knew most of his classmates, of course, but he was looking to see if he could pick out his closest peers. Brian, Damian, Justin, or his brothers, Rye or JD. He didn’t see anyone, just a whole lot of dancing bodies in various states of dress and undress. Okay then, that was that. “Where to first, would you like to get a drink?”

The female redhead smirked as they walked away from the security guards. “Well aren’t you Mr. Popular, knowing them by name.” She teased, nudging him playfully. As she stood with Trevor and gazed at the crowd, she exhaled audibly. This was so much more than the New Year’s Party. A million times more. Taking it all in at her own pace, she looked up at Trev, realizing he asked her a question against the loud music. “Yeah, maybe a drink would be nice—” She started to say, but realized that she just assumed that Trevor would be drinking. What if he wasn’t? She didn’t want to be inconsiderate, so she quickly added to her statement. “—but if you’re not going to drink, I don’t want to.”

“Popular? Hah, a little bit, but I know them more because of family than for school stuff. My dads get invited to Helmsley’s events sometimes, they go way back with the triple B’s parents since before they even moved here.” The music was hard to talk over, but Trevor did his best to be heard without shouting his explanation. When Savvy agreed to drinks and then immediately offered to not drink, Trev chuckled. “Nah, a little something to loosen up might be nice. I’m not going to go as hard as New Years, though…” Trevor reflected on that monster of a hangover with a cringe. “Yikes…” He laughed again. “Plus it’s a school night, so I wouldn’t want to get too crazy.”

The pair made their way over to the bar, which was crowded. Trev checked his watch and realized it was about time for the boat to actually set off. Everyone was probably getting their drinks in anticipation. Or perhaps it was just that the boat was actually that packed. On a Tuesday night, no less. When they finally got the bartender’s attention, Trevor ordered his drink of choice for the night, a good Irish stout. “I’ll take a bottle of Murphy’s, thanks.” Trev looked over to Savvy with a light smile, “And what would you like?”

“Alright, drinks it is then.” Sav walked with him to the bar, thankful her hand was still grasped in his so she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd of people. She thought not as many people would be ballsy enough to go out on a school night, but then again, for a lot of her peers, this was their second semester of Senior year, Trevor included. All the hard work was out of the way — for them at least, not for her. She still somehow had to pass Calculus!

Deciding not to go for any hard liquor, since that would probably cause her to get more tipsy then she would like, she settled on a hard cider. “Could I get an Angry Orchard, please? Thanks.” As she waited for the drink, she let her eyes drift over to the dance floor, where she saw a few familiar faces, Josie included. Man, she couldn’t wait to tell her how the date had been going so far! Turning back to Trevor she smiled. “There are so many people here! Way more than I thought.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of remarkable given that it was just planned this morning, I’m pretty sure. Word travels fast when it comes to the Helmsley’s, I guess.” Trevor mused and sipped at his beer. It was cold, refreshing, and all around delightful. He nervously flicked his eyes to the dancefloor a few times in his glances around the boat’s deck. Was she a dancer? Part of him hoped not, because he had two left feet. But… a part of him also would love to dance with her too. He was caught somewhere in between. That subject could be brought up later, maybe. His eyes caught sight of a little cushioned bench that would be nice to sit on and talk until they saw some familiar faces to chat with. “You think JoJo made it?” He asked, briefly recalling the embarrassing send-off Josephine had given them before their ice cream date, and wincing internally.

Sav sipped her drink and gazed around at all of the drunk people having a blast on the dance floor. Usually Josie would be dragging her out there with her, and they would have a great time, but the redhead much preferred chatting and enjoying the atmosphere rather than being at the center of it. That being said, she much preferred enjoying the party with the guy next to her. “Take a lucky guess where she is…” Sav laughed, as they both knew that Josie enjoyed having as much fun as possible. Also she never got embarrassed, hence her love of embarrassing others. She motioned to their friend breaking it down with Olivia. “Front and center, not surprising in the slightest.” Savvy laughed, taking another sip of her drink.

Trevor’s eyes followed her gaze towards the dancefloor and he chuckled. “Nope, not at all.” Trev grinned and took another swig from the amber bottle he held. “Do you think she’ll come grill us if she sees us?” He asked jokingly. Sort of… That was actually a legitimate concern as much as it was humorous.

Sav knew that Josie would grill them. “Unfortunately, yes. She’ll never pass up an opportunity to make me turn into a walking tomato.” It was a fact of life — the sky was blue, the grass was green, and Josie always needed to know what was going on. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it’s not what she needed at this moment. The solution? Prolong the conversation for as long as possible! And they would do that by... “We should probably hide while we still can. We don’t want another photo taking incident, do we?”

“Oh wow, no, probably not.” Trevor grimaced. Selfies were normal among teenagers. Selfies with other people, particularly significant others, were also normal. Helicopter friends trying to take pictures of you with your — could they be considered significant others yet? — either way, that was definitely not normal. People would stare, It’d be awkward. “How about we go sit over there?” Trev nodded his head towards the bench he noticed earlier. It was far enough away from the dancefloor that they might stay out of sight, but they could still enjoy the party atmosphere.

“Sounds perfect to me.” With no fear or hesitation, Sav lightly took Trev’s free hand in hers, interlacing their fingers the same way he did a few minutes ago. She looked back up at him with a gentle smile. “Let’s go.”

Trevor’s heart jumped in his chest when she took his hand. They’d already held hands, of course, which was monumental in Trevor’s world. But now it was Savannah that had initiated it, and that was… that was everything. Trev couldn’t help the stupid grin that broke out on his face as they walked, hand-in-hand, towards the bench where they could sit and look out towards the ocean. Maybe, if Trevor was feeling particularly brave, he’d put his arm around her while they sat.



Brynn Payne and Sean Sterling
Location: The Dance Floor
Featuring: Remember this guy?
Mentions: The less attractive Sterling @Silent Observer
Collab with @Universorum



Sean sighted Brynn only a few seconds after he split away from his sister, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was strange to him — someone that wasn’t family making him smile, but here he was. As she came closer to him, he smiled more as he saw how she was dressed. As beautiful as ever. Sean wasn’t quite as well dressed as she was; he never tried that hard, but he was happy to see her. Once they’d cleared the gap between each other, Sean reached out without a word, and put a hand on her lower back. He pulled her closer, into his arms, before he pressed a kiss against her lips.

He let it linger, before he broke away, smiling down at the girl. “Hey, Brynn… What’s up?”

Brynn leaned into Sean, deepening the kiss, but not too much. Taking a good look at him, she smirked, knowing that now he was here, things would be oh so much better. “Glad you could make it.” She replied, taking another sip of her drink, the alcohol beginning to take its effect ever so slightly. Brynn looked around at the events occurring around her and then turned back to him. “You know the last time I was at a party like this, I met this really hot guy who took me dancing, but I haven’t seen him since. Would you possibly know where I could find him?”

“On the dance floor.” Sean said, hooking an arm around Brynn’s waist as he moved around to be beside her. He eyed the drink in her hand, and kissed her on the cheek, “finish that, so we can go dance.” Sean said, pushing her gently toward the dance floor. He wasn’t sure what his plan for the party was, but hey. He was trapped on a boat now, the only way out was an icy trip through the pacific ocean back to the dock. And he wasn’t really interested in getting his car wet.

“Let’s make it a special night.” Sean said to Brynn, leaning close to speak softly into her ear. He gave her a grin, and again tugged her toward the dance floor. Did Sean have a plan for this night? Not really, but he figured it might be fun; especially since this time he didn’t have to focus on keeping Owen from killing Marshall.

Sean didn’t have to tell Brynn twice to finish her drink quickly. When a hot boy tells you that he wants to dance with you- you listen. With ease, the remaining alcohol vanished into her system, leaving an empty glass and drunker brunette behind. With a giggle, she put the cup on one of the side tables where people had thrown their empty drinks and followed the blonde’s lead to the dance floor. She tripped over herself slightly, and laughed at her own clumsiness. “May have finished that one too fast- oh well.” Brynn leaned into Sean and smirked, “So what changed your mind about coming tonight? I thought you didn’t want to.”

“I changed my mind. I don’t like parties, but I guess it’s time to change — if I don’t force myself to do new things, then I’ll never be a better person. That, and you and Selena both guilt tripped me, so I felt I didn’t have much of a choice.” Sean explained, glancing over at her. “Are you going to be able to dance? You did almost fall on your face, after all.” Sean commented, taking a quick note of how drunk she was.

“Maybe we should jump in the ocean. Might sober you up some.”

Brynn smirked devilishly. “Then I guess my persuasion definitely worked.” She replied, referring to the lovely little photos she sent earlier in the evening. “Surprised your sister out of all people guilted you into coming- I thought she’d use every excuse in the book to prevent you from seeing me.” In regards to her drunken state, she laughed, “Of course I’ll be able to dance, I’ve got this.” Brynn pulled Sean even closer to her, “Maybe we can go for a dip later. Right now though I want to see those dance moves.”

“Dance moves? You flatter me — I got nothing.” Sean teased, kissing her on the lips as he pulled her onto the dance floor. Especially, in this kind of scene. I’m more of an intimate dancer. You know, like ballroom and stuff? If we’re gonna bump and grind, you’re gonna have to walk me through it.” He explained, giving an apologetic smile.

Oh Brynn would walk him through it alright. She smirked as she pulled him closer to her (if that was even possible at this point), wrapping her arms around his shoulders and beginning to rotate her hips in a way that was definitely not ballroom dancing style. A drunk giggle escaped her lips as she tried to gauge a reaction from Sean as she continued to dance not just with him but on him. The alcohol only made her move easier, and Brynn was definitely enjoying herself.

But the enjoyment only lasted so long as she noticed out of the corner of her eye someone walking towards the two of them. She couldn’t tell who it was until he grew closer, but it clicked as soon as he was nearly breathing down her neck. Tom Michaelson, the kid who she humiliated in the supply closet this morning. Oh no, here comes trouble.

“So what, you can nearly dry hump this kid right now in front of everyone, but you can’t do the dirty with me this morning? God, you really know how to put on a show, don’t you.” He spat, intoxication seeping from his pores. He turned to Sean. “Don’t do it man, she’s not worth your time. Fucking slut.”

Sean frowned at the newcomer, who was bringing a very sudden damper on his night. He wasn’t sure he liked dancing like this — in front of a bunch of people, anyway. He definitely enjoyed it, but then it very suddenly came to an end. Sean gently pushed on the drunk boy, to create a bit more space between him and Sean’s girlfriend, before Sean attempted diplomacy, as he always did. If you can avoid a fight, avoid it.

“Thank you for the tip, but I’ll be fine. Why don’t you keep it down? We don’t need to make a scene.” Cool your jets, boy.

The drunk girl pursed her lips. This was a typical sport douchebag move- calling her out in front of her new man. For not putting out, of all things! She rolled her eyes and advanced one step towards Tom, a challenging look in her eye. Excuse me, but I am worth his time, you are definitely not worth mine. Get the hell out of my face before I make you.” She spoke menacingly, something she wouldn’t have dared to do sober. Tom was nearly two heads taller than her, so she looked up at him as she spoke. It was David vs. Goliath.

Tom feigned a nervous laugh. “Oh no, and what are you going to do about it, skank?

Brynn shook her head angrily. “This.” The girl lunged for him, ready to rip him a new one.

Sean let out a short breath, putting a hand on Brynn’s shoulder and pulling her back to him before she could hit the guy, and make something happen when it didn’t need to. “Don’t,” he said in a soft voice, looking into her eyes. “Please?” With Brynn spoken to, he looked at Tom, and spoke in a firmer voice.

“Walk away. You don’t want this to go any other way. Not with me.” Bravado coming from someone who had never even met him. Sean knew this one wasn’t going to go like the Owen situation. This was going to end with his fist in this guy’s face.

She tried to fight Sean, but Brynn wasn’t strong enough to shake herself from his grasp. With a huff, she looked back at him and sighed, knowing that he was somewhat right, even though she’d love to kill the guy right then and there. She looked back at him and glared, and watched as Tom laughed and took a step towards the pair.

“Try me.”

Sean wasn’t okay with this, he really wasn’t. He’d given the other man two chances to leave them be, and he was refusing to take them. Sean gently nudged Brynn off to the side, letting her stand a short distance away from them — he didn’t want her caught in the crossfire if it was avoidable. “Last chance. Go to the bar, get a drink. Find some other girl. Have a nice night.” Sean said to Tom, in an almost pleading voice. He had read the stupid blog entry. He didn’t want to end up the star of one.

Brynn wobbled to the side and prepared for the worst.

“And leave you and your slut alone? No way.”

Sean should have known something like this would happen. It was bound to happen eventually, people were just too angry here, he’d realized. With a silent prayer that his sister couldn’t see him — and maybe she couldn’t through the forming crowd of people, Sean stepped forward and slammed his fist into Tom’s stomach. Tom tried to respond with punches of his own, but whether through aid from Tom’s drunken state, speed and skill, or sheer dumb luck, Sean bobbed and weaved to the left and right to duck out of the way of each of them.

He followed up the final weave with a left hook to Tom’s jaw, knocking him backwards. The other guy staggered, but came in with another right hook, and this time Sean responded by sliding his whole body to the left side, and swinging out with a powerful kick, throwing Tom back into the crowd. Sean’s face was grim as he reached out and gestured. Come get me.

Tom stormed at him this time, and this time he even jumped to try and hit him. Liquid courage. Sean ducked out of the way again, and unloaded with a series of punches to Tom’s stomach, finishing with one to his head. He straightened up and cocked his leg back, throwing a kick to Tom’s chest that sent him sliding back again, before he tripped and fell. Sean looked at the unconscious form, with a swollen face, and a bleeding nose, and looked at Brynn.

“We should go now.”

Brynn stood there, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Her wobbling ceased as she processed exactly what had just happened. Sean literally just fought for her. It was kind of hot. But once he spoke again after stepping away from Tom who looked deceased, she nodded her head vigorously.

“Yeah, we probably should. But can I get another drink first?”
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